In the dark of the night

Coming out with the guiltiest of my pleasures isn’t a joke. I was raised by a breed that emphasised most on keeping appearances of grace under all circumstances in life. Little did they know child birth or simply late thirties would break a valve. Welcome to the first of my Guilty Pleasures Series because I can’t keep hiding any more.

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Baby’s Day Out. Parking it.

Park is usually a constant in a child’s life. Except when you are born to hermits who love their nooks and books. Then it’s an expedition. My poor, forever Vitamin D deprived kid has a go at the Park Baby life and goes a little nutsy, making (non) snow angels in clumps of weeds and grass amongst other fun stuff.

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The Audio (Books) Jump

The other day I picked up a book and my husband’s eyes widened in surprise. No more than 3 seconds later my baby raced over with the twinkliest eyes ever, throwing herself on the book in my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I put it back in the shelf. Here’s a jump that I never ever thought I’d make. Some balm for my aching heart that crazily missed reading books around the clock pre-baby

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